The Changes Zhang Xiaohua Brought to Misty Hall

At the summit of Shixin Peak, within that hidden pill room, blue-yellow earthfire intermittently licked at the enormous "Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace" above it.

Before the pill furnace, atop an emerald-green meditation cushion, sat an exceptionally young, lean, tall youth with his eyes closed. His hands rested before his chest, formed into a strange gesture, utterly motionless. Just then, a rich medicinal fragrance suddenly wafted from within the furnace. The young man's brows furrowed slightly. Without opening his eyes, the fingers of his right hand twitched, performing several incomparably nimble movements before striking the furnace. The thick fragrance immediately faded somewhat. Then his right hand moved in rapid succession, seeming to play a pipa as it continuously struck the pill furnace, only stopping once not a trace of the medicinal scent could be detected.

Afterward, the youth resumed his previous posture. After a long while, his figure suddenly blurred, as though he were about to vanish into the air. Yet as he flickered in and out of sight, sweat had already appeared on his brow. Finally, his body suddenly shook again, his robes stirring without wind. Then he let out a long sigh, opened his eyes, and muttered dejectedly, "Alas, why is this Flying Technique so difficult to practice? Just one incantation for concealing one's figure is already so hard to understand. To travel through the sky... that is truly difficult upon difficult!"

That youth, with his small eyes, small nose, and none-too-prominent forehead—was he not Zhang Xiaohua, who prided himself on being overwhelmingly handsome?

Zhang Xiaohua rose to his feet and released his divine sense to inspect the pill liquid within the "Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace." A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "This is already the last furnace of Meridian Nourishing Pills. It